Chi You, your panda is hanging on the tree again!

The knife took the shovel down and stuck it on the ground, glanced casually at the direction the boy was pointing at, and then began to pick up the dead leaves and branches on the ground with the shovel.

"Grave..."

The boy asked again: "What is a grave?"

Knife was a little surprised that this little guy didn't even know what a "grave" was, but he still explained it patiently.

"When a person dies, burying the person inside is called a tomb."

Sitting in the car, the little boy straightened up.

"Then why is there a grave?"

The knife thought for a while, and said: "When a person dies, they are buried. They are buried in a piece of soil and a monument is erected. If you say it is to leave a mark, you know where the dead person is. Otherwise, you can't find a place. Where can you worship?" go."

The knife that lowered its head to scrape the withered leaves didn't notice the cub's clenched hands clasped tightly on the three rounds and the vague uneasiness and fear in his big eyes.

"Well, what if..." The boy's voice was low and hoarse, and he didn't even dare to ask, "What if it wasn't buried..."

The knife went down with a shovel, but it got stuck in the root of the tree. I stepped on the shovel and kicked down vigorously. It couldn't sink, so I had to pull it out from the root of the tree again.

"Then I can't find it. After a long time of death, it will be a pile of bones. If it grows longer, there will be no bones. Who knows who?"

It wasn't buried, so I couldn't find it...

It wasn't buried, so I couldn't find it...

Tears swirled in his eyes, and the boy wiped them away vigorously, but the tears still fell.

He didn't know what to bury, no one had ever told him what to bury...

The knife was changed to another place, digging the soil and loading it on the tricycle.

"Come on, move to the back."

The little boy reacted for a few seconds, moved forward, and lowered his head so that the knife could not see the teardrops in his eyes.

The knife holding the dirt: "..."

Forget it...

The knife unloaded the soil behind the cub.

It should be enough for half a car.

The knife inserted the shovel into the mound on the car, patted the soil on his hands, and then looked at the little boy who was holding his knees and bowed his head.

"Let's go..."

Knife noticed that something was wrong with the little brat, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The cub didn't respond.

Knife walked up to him, bent down and lowered his head, trying to see the little brat's lowered face clearly.But the face didn't see it, but the teardrops falling down.

The knife was a little flustered at such a carved boy.

"You, are you crying?"

The brat didn't deserve him, and the extremely suppressed uneasiness made him cry so hard that he couldn't even make a sound.

The knife scratched the inch head, not knowing what to do.

There must be a reason to cry, right?Didn't you feel very happy when you came here just now? Why did you cry after sitting in the car for a while?

Wiping his hands vigorously on his body, the knife held up the little boy's face like holding jade.

"I really cried..."

The boy wiped his tears with his dirt-stained sleeve, his big eyes were already red and swollen, and the man who had rolled in the mud began to feel a little worried.

Grabbing the cub's wrist, the knife taught: "Dirty, it should hurt your eyes when you run around in dirt."

The little cub lowered his head again, and whispered "um" in a nasal voice.

Knife really couldn't figure out why this little guy was crying.

"Why are you crying?"

The little cub lowered his head and shed tears without making a sound, he put his fingers in his mouth and gnawed.

The knife, completely clueless, wanted to spin around in circles, slashing his head one after another. He didn't know the reason, and his personality neither knew how to coax nor how to comfort him.

"Is it because my butt hurts from sitting in this car?"

The little cub's big eyes were dull and frightened, and the dripping snot didn't even take a breath, and fell into strands between his two feet.

I don't think so...

"cold?"

The little boy hugged his legs, his arms gradually tightened, and his fingernails turned white.

The knife felt distressed inexplicably, but he really didn't know the reason, and he didn't know what to do. He was so anxious that he wanted to scratch his head off a layer of skin.

"Let's go back first, shall we? Huh?"

The little boy still didn't say anything.

Knife put his hands on his knees and bent over to look at him for a while, and finally walked to the front of the tricycle and sat on the tricycle.

"Have you sat still?"

Knife looked back at the boy in the car, until half an hour later, Daozi saw the boy silently lowered his head.

The tricycle moved forward slowly on the gravel road, creaking, like an old farm cow with its head pressed forward under the curtain.

While stepping on the pedals, Knife looked back through half a truckload of soil, his heart fell like a few lumps of weighing stones.

It's so unbearable when a beautiful person cries!

When he arrived at the courtyard, Daozi parked the tricycle in the middle of the lawn, got out of the car and went to the boy to see if he had finished crying.But he found that the teardrops were still falling, and his little head was pressed down.

The knife stroked his own haircut again, and after thinking about it, he remembered his fourth master.

Is this thing a little small?

After struggling with the knife for a while, he put the phone back into his pocket, took off the shovel from the car and began to unload the soil, and took a look at the boy.

The soil has not been half unloaded, who knows that a person has come to the compound.

With just one glance at the knife, I can't wait to ram the shovel over!

You Qianxuan was wearing an off-white windbreaker, with unshakable gold eye sockets hanging on the bridge of his nose, and he smiled like a spring breeze, so gentle.

You Chaozhong has always only recognized one grandson, and You Qianliang will come to the compound, of course he came to meet someone specially after hearing the news.

The knife was digging the soil on the car, and accidentally got the soil on the cub's back in resentment.

The impatience on his face immediately turned into panic, he put down the shovel, carried the little boy out of the car and put him on the ground, patting the dirt on his back.

"It didn't go into your ears, did it?"

The little boy still lowered his head and said nothing.

You Qianling approached, looked at the little guy who was crying all the time with his head down, and asked Daozi, "Did you cry?"

Knife glared at him.

You Qianliang smiled magnanimously but helplessly at the knife.Then he went to the boy and squatted down, and wiped the boy's tears with his calloused thumb.

The little boy looked up at You Qianliang with red eyes.

Twirling the knife, he looked at the mature, steady, and elegant teacher half-kneeling on the ground. If he couldn't find it, it reminded him of the red-haired teacher who took him to the small town of his hometown when he was getting to know each other. Old Church of the Cross.

This man, when pretending to be gentle as hell, came slowly, like salvation, just like the first time he saw him.

But most of the time, his mouth is terribly hurt, which is not much worse than the most indecent ruffian he has ever seen.

From Dao Zi's point of view, this old bastard really felt uncomfortable when others pretended to be elegant, so he caught him all day long to vent.

"Why are you crying?"

In a word, the effect of You Qianliang's questioning is far better than that of a knife.

Mature men tend to make people feel at ease, probably so.

The little boy wiped his tears again, and looked at You Qianliang in front of him as if looking at a life-saving straw. His big eyes, which were so restless that they couldn't find the focus, longed for help...

"Don't bury it, can't find it... It's a lie, right, right..."

Of course You Qianliang, who didn't know the situation, couldn't understand what he meant.But he vaguely grasped where the little boy's fear lies.

"Of course I can find it. It's just lost. As long as I'm still looking for it, I'll find it one day."

Knife just stood there looking at Professor You Da Hu Baba.But it didn't interrupt either.After all, a teacher must be better at coaxing children than he is, and he really doesn't want the kid to cry.

But what the kid just said...

Knife frowned and said something thoughtfully.

"Can't you get back after death?"

You Qianliang: "..."

The little boy turned his head to look at Dao Zi, who stared blankly at the big tear-filled eyes of the little boy, "I found it, I found it, and if I can't find anyone, I can't find the ghost? Right, hehe..."

The little boy got up from the ground, clutching the corner of his clothes.

You Qianxing looked worried and went to help the little boy's shoulder, but the little boy was clutching the corner of his clothes, and the little shoulder moved slightly, making You Qianling's hand slip off his shoulder. Looking at the pits in the grass, he didn't stop She shed tears, but it was like crying.

Knife and You Qianling watched the little boy walk into the villa, but didn't know whether to follow.

The little boy went upstairs and climbed onto the bed, twisting the sheets with his fingers, curled up with all four limbs, like a fish landed on the shore, struggling to death in the unbreathable sunlight.

You Qianling looked at the villa and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Xiao, that child is crying."

In a word, before he had time to emphasize it, and before he had time to explain the reason, Fourth Master You over there had already hung up the phone.

Thinking that You Qianliang was about to lose a few words after eating the deflated knife, but You Qianliang looked at the hung up phone and curled his lips, smiling directly into his eyes.

Putting the phone away, You Qianxuan looked at the knife.

As soon as Knife sensed the way Professor You Da looked at him, he knew that it was time for this old man to speak about his life.

"Believe it or not, there is always a reason for crying alone."

Knife: "Ang!"

Seriously talk nonsense, does a professor have to have a bit of philosophy even when he shits?

After the knife finished speaking, it began to dig the soil.

You Qianling leaned on the tricycle, looking sideways at the person who walked into his eyes.

"Do you know what this sentence means?"

Knife: "Don't force me to hit your face with a shovel!"

You Qianliang still smiled, but didn't look at him again. When he raised his head, he could see loneliness everywhere he looked.

meaning is……

"If you cry, I will come back..."

As soon as he finished speaking, You Qianliang was rammed on the back by a knife and a shovel, so that he fell face down on the pile of soft soil.

"I'm crying for you uncle!"